  Down &nbsp; Broken glass buried in my skin. Drops of blood falling on the ground, Falling on the ground. Red and warm, It will feed the night creatures. &nbsp; Drained by my pain within, Sick of my down. Tired of my wretched heart, I Shout: - “Rip it off! Take it far, far away… I won’t need it anymore, He’s dead already” &nbsp; There’s no Hate, Not even Sadness. He’s just a dead spirit, Waiting for the end to come. &nbsp; Like a hard stone, When it falls down, It will break in a thousand pieces. With no significance, With no purpose, Random pieces of a dead feeling. &nbsp;]-[ellMistress * Angel Who Can’t Fly 
